Unseen (Will Trent / Atlanta Series)

going up. “They said we just needed to stand out in the street like we did. Nothin’ to it.”
    Will kept his fist at the ready. “So you get a thou and I get five bills?”
    “I was closest to the house.” He gave a halfhearted shrug. “My spot was more dangerous.”
    Will let his fist drop. “You knew it was more than a robbery.”
    Tony opened his mouth, then closed it. He checked again to make sure they were alone. “I ain’t gonna lie to you, Bud. I knew there was some people in the house might get hurt. I swear on a stack of Bibles I had no idea they was cops. No way I woulda taken that job, let alone bring you into it. We’s friends, right?”
    “My friends don’t throw me in the shit when I’m already on parole.” Will’s shirt had pulled out from his jeans. He tucked it back in as he looked up and down the hall. “This better not blow back on me.”
    Tony wasn’t as stupid as he looked. “Why’d you wanna go in the house so bad anyway? What was up with that?”
    The million-dollar question. Will had figured out his answer on the ride down. “I need the money. Dead men don’t pay.”
    “I hear ya,” Tony said, but he was obviously not buying it. “You sure did run in there like a bat outta hell, though. Near about took my head off. I was only trying to help you.”
    Again, Will checked the hallway. “I got an ex, all right? Girl upin Tennessee. She’s got a kid by me. I didn’t believe her, but the test came back.” Will tried to put some anger in his voice. “Bitch said she’d file on me if I don’t throw down five K before the baby comes.” He said the phrase he’d heard from many a con. “I can’t go back to jail again, man. I can’t do it.”
    Tony nodded his understanding. Will had gathered from various conversations at Tipsie’s that the DNA tests they feared most were the ones that proved paternity. What was harder to believe was that the slang Will had picked up from watching an outlaw biker show on cable was actually working.
    “I hear ya, man.” Tony scratched his arm, a nervous habit that had left permanent red streaks on his skin. “You want, I could run up there with you, give her a talkin’-to.”
    “You wanna keep your voice down?” Will asked. “Every pig in the county’s upstairs. That cop might not make it. You wanna guess what happens then?”
    Tony kept scratching his arm. “So, what’d you see?” Again, he checked the hall. “Inside the house. What’d you see?”
    “One dead guy, one on his way out.” Will tried to fight back the bloody image of Lena straddling Fred Zachary, preparing to break his spine in two. “Some crazy chick with a hammer.”
    “She see you?”
    “You think she’d be alive if she did?”
    Tony lowered his voice. “I heard she used the claw.”
    “You know her?” Will clarified, “The cop. She ever bang you up?”
    “Shit no. Ain’t no bitch takin’ me down, bro.”
    Will guessed an eight-pound Chihuahua could take down Tony Dell. “Why’d they wanna kill two cops? They on the take?”
    “Dudes didn’t say and I didn’t ask.” Tony backed himself against the door rather than let Will put him there. “Honest, Bud. I got no idea.”
    Will considered what a guy like Bill Black would be worried about in this situation. He asked, “What’d you do with the van?”
    Tony was obviously not expecting the question. “It’s cool. I know some guys.”
    “Whatever they paid you, half of it’s mine.”
    Tony tried, “I didn’t get much.”
    “Bullshit.” Will grabbed Tony’s arm to make sure the man was paying attention. “I’m only gonna ask you this one more time: Who do they work for?”
    “I got no idea, dude. Honest.”
    “Well, you better think hard about it, because you and me are looking a hell of a lot like a couple of loose ends right now.”
    “You think they’ll come after us?”
    “You think whoever set this in motion is just gonna trust you not to talk?”
    “Holy Christ.” The color drained from Tony’s face. “It’s gotta be Big Whitey. He’s the only dude I can think of who has them kind of balls.”
    Will tightened his grip around Tony’s arm. It was a hell of a lot easier to interrogate someone when you could scare the crap out of them. “Why do you say that?”
    “Because he’s killed cops before. Everybody knows that. Hell, man, I heard he took out a federal agent down in Florida.”
    Yet another murder to look into. Will asked, “You sure you didn’t tell them